The Uncorrupted Ones - Hour of Penance

Scorch and burn, make us free

We bring inhuman greed

End of time is here

One by one, dust to dust

The doomsday dice is cast

We’ll never fall from grace

All I feel, piercing winds

I will always trust the broken sphere

Be the uncorrupted ones that shall stand firm

Be the ones above the flock

Get ahead the darkest of days

Breathe the life as it flows out of them

Become the strongest king

Nihil morte certius

Raptured gods bless our kind

Upon these blossomed minds

Devoid of all impure

Show them bliss, reap their blood

We’ll scream our battle cries

The dread pours the dried soil

As I feel dreadful gusts

I will always trust the broken sphere

Be the uncorrupted ones that shall stand firm

Be the ones above the flock

Get ahead the darkest of days

Sheer delight from the sight of their fall

Perceive the acrid stench

Sit upon the throne

Sink beneath the dead

Waiting for the wail

Unrestricted

Sit upon the throne

Sink beneath the dead

Waiting for the last wail

Devastated

Nihil morte certius